The night rain came and stopped quickly, and soon the rain cleared the clouds, and the bright moon came out from behind the clouds, hanging far away in the dark night. The moon is sparse, and the rain washes the world brightly.

Murong Yan's wound was forcibly bandaged by Yu Qingjia, and now Yu Qingjia was wearing Murong Yan's clothes, and he walked in the woods with deep feet and shallow feet. I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly my eyes opened up, and a piece of grass appeared in front of me, with dots of fireflies floating on it.

Yu Qingjia gave a soft click, she stretched out her hand, and a little starlight passed between her wrists. Yu Qingjia was surprised: "Fireflies?"

Murong Yan was relying on the stars to identify the direction, when he heard Yu Qingjia's voice, he looked back and noticed the fireflies. Yu Qingjia's eyes were moist and bright. She stretched out her hand, touching the cold light curiously and cautiously.

Murong Yan didn't have much appreciation for the images of flowers and green willows, but Yu Qingjia liked them. Looking at her, he seemed to feel the joy in them. Murong Yan dragged Yu Qingjia to continue walking, the grass swayed, startling more fireflies.

Yu Qingjia's eyes widened, not even willing to blink. The night in the mountains was already a bit cold, not to mention that it had just rained, and Yu Qingjia's clothes were still half wet. A gust of wind blew, and she couldn't help shivering.

Murong Yan noticed the change in Yu Qingjia and stopped immediately. He touched Yu Qingjia's hand, frowned and said, "Why is it so cold?"

Yu Qingjia was still looking at the grass and fireflies behind her. When she heard Murong Yan's voice, she withdrew her gaze and cast a leisurely glance at Murong Yan: "You still blame me, obviously your hands are colder."

Murong Yan was very disdainful of this, and said: "I am different from you."

Murong Yan's body temperature is low, whenever he touches it, his fingers are cold, but his physical fitness is much better than Yu Qingjia's. This is also the reason why Murong Yan is in a hurry to go out, he won't have any problems if he gets wet in the rain, but if Yu Qingjia doesn't change into dry clothes in time, he might catch a cold.

But it's useless to be anxious now, he held Yu Qingjia's hand, and put the other hand around her shoulder to keep her warm: "Is it still cold?"

Yu Qingjia shook her head, and let Murong Yan tidy up her clothes, and refastened his outer coat for her. Yu Qingjia seldom wears dark clothes, but now she is wearing Murong Yan's black clothes. Although it doesn't fit well, it unexpectedly coordinates well.

Murong Yan lowered his head to straighten Yu Qingjia's collar, his eyebrows and eyes were very serious. The sky is as clear as washing, and the fireflies are dotted among the grass, as if the stars in the sky are pouring into the world. Yu Qingjia suddenly felt an interest in singing. Her voice was sweet and gentle, and she sang softly and far away.

"The night is long and sleepless, the bright moon is so bright. If you want to hear the sound of scattered calls, you should answer the promise in the sky."

This is Wuge of the Southern Dynasties. The Northern and Southern Dynasties confronted each other, but the songs were spread across the river. Wu Ge is sad and lingering, and it was very popular among nobles after it was introduced into the Northern Qi Dynasty, and it became popular at banquets almost immediately. Yu Qingjia sang a few lines and sighed, "It's a pity that there is no musical accompaniment. Forget it, let's talk about it when we go back."

"No need." Murong Yan said calmly, he pulled out a long and straight knife forged from fine steel, and lightly struck the blade with his fingers.

The blade vibrates, making a clear metallic sound. The strength of Murong Yan's fingers changed, and the blade also vibrated with different pitches.

Yu Qingjia followed Qingyue's fencing sound and continued to sing the song just now.

"Everyone is in his own right, but I am alone. I am the north star, and there is no shift for a thousand years. Happy to walk in the daytime, and return to the east and the west at dusk."

After the rain, the wind came, and the grass covered with dew swayed, and the fireflies were startled. The girl's clear and beautiful voice drifted slowly in the night wind. Swords and swords were originally the sound of gold and spears, but at this moment, the melodious and clear sound of fencing was actually in tune with Yu Qingjia's tune, which fit very well.

When Yu Wenjun heard An Xiao's call and hurried to the place mentioned in the letter, he saw such a scene. Yu Qingjia stood in the grass and sang, and Murong Yan fought with a sword. Yu Wenjun has been to many banquets and listened to many large-scale performances, but he couldn't help but stop at this moment. He didn't dare to disturb the music until the music was over.

Using Ye Xiao's voice to convey information was Murong Yan's idea, and the framework was also built by Murong Yan. Letters are easy to be intercepted and tampered with, and signal flares are too easy to expose, so it is the most effective and safest way to transmit by voice. They imitate the voices of night owls. The different lengths of sounds and the different high and low scales in the signal all imply unique meanings. The sound travels a long distance, and most people don't pay attention to the night owl's cry. They have been operating under the emperor's nose for three years relying on this set of information system.

When Yu Wenjun first saw this night owl code system, he was amazed at Murong Yan's amazing talent in rhythm, but now Yu Wenjun's understanding of this point has improved. Many thoughts ran through Yu Wenjun's mind, and finally he calmed down, stepped forward and said, "Jiajia, I finally found you. Are you all right?"

Yu Qingjia turned her head and only had time to say hello to Yu Wenjun before being surrounded by the terrified Bai Zhi and others. When Bai Zhi felt the clothes on Yu Qingjia's body, her heart ached, she quickly took the cloak, shook it off and put it on Yu Qingjia.

Bai Zhi couldn't help wiping away tears, she felt distressed and fastened Yu Qingjia's belt tightly, she hesitated for a moment when she saw the clothes below: "Whose clothes are these? Why do they look like men's clothes?"

Yu Qingjia quickly glanced to the side, Murong Yan had already put on a brand new cloak, the light from the torch was on and off, and he was surrounded by many people again, making it even more difficult to see clearly. Just now, Bai Zhi only had eyes for Yu Qingjia, and she didn't pay attention to the people next to her. Now that she saw Yu Qingjia wearing a black coat of excellent fabric, she felt something was wrong.

Yu Qingjia bowed her head and pretended to cough twice, and Bai Zhi's attention was immediately diverted. Murong Yan heard the voice, and looked precisely at Yu Qingjia through the crowd of figures. Yu Qingjia smiled at him and shook her head to indicate that she was fine.

Murong Yan nodded, and the expression on his face returned to indifference. I have to say that Murong Yan's appearance really frightened everyone, his subordinates were supposed to report the daily important affairs of the government and the public as usual, who knew that when they turned around again, the young master disappeared. They were frightened to death, and many people were alarmed. However, when they finally found someone, they saw that the Lord was deserted, and they didn't feel that they had done anything serious. Their throats were bleeding and they couldn't say anything.

Yu Wenjun stood aside and had a panoramic view of the interaction between the two. He thought of Murong Yan's sudden disappearance, and Yu Qingjia's running back in the canyon regardless of his back, and he sighed deeply in his heart.

Yedu, the imperial city.

The one-foot-high foundation rises from the ground, and the layers of white marble are stacked. The three towers of Tongque, Bingjing, and Jinhu tower into the sky, and they are connected by corridor bridges, just like a palace in heaven. The servant in red quickly passed through the corridor, stopped in front of the hall, and knocked on the door: "Your Highness."

"Come in." Murong Xu admired the picture of flowers and birds in front of him with his hands behind his back, and when he heard the voice, he glanced back, "What's the matter?"

"King Yingchuan, the earthquake in Gaoping County, Yanzhou."

"Earthquake?" Murong Xu just came back from Yanzhou last year, no doubt he was also surprised when he heard the earthquake in Gaoping. Out of the instinct of a member of the royal family, Murong Xu asked: "Where is the earthquake? How about the casualties?"

The servant relayed the latest news to Murong Xu. He said, "This is the news just received by the Ministry of Industry this morning. It is estimated that the Minister of the Ministry of Industry has already gone to meet the Holy One."

The waiter stopped at the point and did not continue to talk, Murong Xu also knew this well. I heard that the emperor is playing in Xiandu Garden today, I am afraid that he will not be interested in listening to the Minister of Industry's report on the affairs of the court.

Murong Xu didn't dare to say anything to his father. He paused for a moment and said, "It's just that a mountain on the outskirts of Gaoping collapsed, and the casualties in the city are not serious. The Ministry of Household Affairs will arrange disaster relief at that time. Casualties are not a big deal, but, Earthquakes are a little troublesome.”

Murong Xu was thoughtful, the earthquake, the solar eclipse, and even the drought and flood, went round and round, and finally returned to the emperor. The common people were terrified and starved to death everywhere, and the courtiers had nothing to do. In the end, the emperor could only ask the emperor to sacrifice to the heaven, write a sinful edict to admit his immorality to the heaven, and beg the heaven to take back the punishment. There have been examples of the emperor issuing edicts against himself in all dynasties, and it is not uncommon, but it is a bit subtle when it is spread on the Murong family of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Although Murong Xu is a prince, he still knows the virtues of his father and aunt. The emperor killed people and set fire all day long, and indulged in sensuality, while the empress, the majestic mother of a country, was not to be outdone after being left out by the emperor, and summoned her favorite ministers to have fun. Especially when General Geng was imprisoned recently, if the earthquake really develops to the extent of writing an edict to appease public anger, then the Northern Zhao and Southern Dynasties will take the opportunity to make a fuss, and the Geng's army on the border is also very dangerous.

Murong Xu looked at the flowers and birds in the painting, but his mind had already flown away. He stood still in front of the painting, and the servants did not dare to urge him. After a cup of tea, Murong Xu came back to his senses, he was no longer interested in the painting he had just bought at a high price, and waved someone to take it away: "What do you say over there?"

Murong Xu's question was vague, but the waiter understood it all at once. The one Murong Xu spoke of was obviously the eldest son of the empress, Murong Zhen, who had already entered the court as an official and held great power.

The servant shook his head honestly: "I don't know. However, I heard that the empress went to Xiandu Garden with the saint today, and the eldest prince and concubine also accompanied her."

"Elder Imperial Concubine? Her?" Murong Xu raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It's rare, with her sickly appearance, she didn't even attend the New Year's banquet last year, but today she accompanied the Queen to Xiandu Garden? "

The eldest concubine Song is weak and often sick, and she can't get sick all the year round. Song is the first concubine of this generation and the queen's direct daughter-in-law. She should be very beautiful, but in fact, because she often gets sick as soon as she passes through the door, she can't survive many important occasions, so she is not treated well inside and outside the palace. acquainted. What's more, the Song family has not given birth to children because of her illness, and the empress has expressed her dissatisfaction in front of foreign ministers several times.

When it comes to the royal family members, the servant did not dare to say more, and said with half-drowned eyes: "It may be that the princess's health has improved a lot recently."

Murong Xu laughed mockingly, noncommittal. Now the emperor ignores government affairs, and all major national affairs fall into the hands of Yin Yikun. Murong Zhen, as the most popular candidate for the crown prince, naturally has his own cliques all over the court and the public in private. Therefore, it is very possible that Murong Zhen learned of the news of the Yanzhou earthquake a few days in advance, and arranged for his princess to accompany him today, his intentions are clearly revealed.

Murong Xu sneered, Murong Zhen would do anything for fame and fortune, his concubine would cough if she took two extra steps, yet he was able to force Mrs. Song to go to Xiandu Garden, just to get the news as soon as possible. Now the emperor favors Yin Yikun, Murongzhen is suppressed even the eldest son of the emperor, and Yin Yikun's family in Yecheng is the only one, so going to Yanzhou for disaster relief is a good name to get in touch with power.

Murong Xu thought for a while, then sighed. The palace people on both sides didn't dare to disturb Murong Xu's thinking. Hearing Murong Xu sigh, a favored and beautiful palace woman asked: "Why is the prince sighing?"

"It's just a sudden feeling when you touch the scene." Murong Xu paced back to sit in front of the desk, and smiled pointedly, "It's really different for people with families. Not only do they have mothers to help them speak, but even the sick and weak concubine can also help her talk." I can help you out. It’s a pity that I’m alone, and I don’t have a biological mother to plan for me, nor a princess who can inquire about the news for me in the palace.”

The Tai Tai who was following Murong Xu overheard this, and said casually: "The king of the county has also reached the age of starting a family and starting a business. If he likes it, why not marry a princess?"

Just now, Manli's court lady glared at the **** angrily, and the **** lowered his head, pretending that he didn't see the other's wink. Murong Xu, the client, didn't know anything about these whirlpools, he lowered his head and meditated for a while, seeming to realize something.

He really has some ideas about marrying a concubine.

Although Murong Xu is indulging in female **** and singing every night, it is one thing for him to take the initiative himself, but it is another thing for him to be tricked into spices. He has been in the romantic field for several years, and he considers himself a veteran, but somehow he couldn't control himself in the Yu family, and even favored a maid on the spot. It's not a big deal to favor a maidservant, Murong Xu has many women, but the fact that he lost control made him feel like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

How did Murong Xu endure this kind of humiliation? When he was in Yanzhou, he was inconvenient and he had to give the Yu family face, so he didn't pursue it. But when he returned to Yecheng, he immediately sent someone to investigate the situation of the Yu family. Bring back the spices. As a result, after such an investigation, many interesting things were discovered.

The Yu family in Yanzhou is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Murong Xu thought of Yu Qingya, his eyes were deep and thoughtful.

The author has something to say: the night is long and sleepless, how bright the moon is. If you want to hear the sound of scattered calls, you should make promises in the air.

Everyone is different, but I am alone. As the North Star, there will be no transfer for a thousand years. Walking happily in the daytime, facing the east and returning to the west at dusk.

---From Yuefu Ziyege